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I was quite taken aback about a year ago when I read that Mr Albanese - Prime Minister of Australia - said he wanted the Aboriginal language to be taught in schools. If " The Voice " gets up, you can be sure it will happen.

But how about we teach English first?

What puzzled me is that there are more Indigenous languages in Australia than there are genders - which is saying something. In Australia, there are more than 250 Indigenous languages including around 800 dialects. So I guess it is going to be fun choosing which one they will teach in the school curriculum... and who is going to be the teacher?

Luckily, those journalists who’ve specialised in climate and net-zero nuttery have a global Big Brother to train them, “tackle disinformation” and supply daily titbits to print and inspire. More than 15,000 environment/climate reporters from 180 countries are subscribed to the Earth Journalism Network, run by a staff of about 30 (a dozen full-time plus project staff). It also boasts thousands of journos accessing EJN on social media.  

EJN is funded by dozens of foundations – including woke billionaire entities such as the Hewletts and Packards and Rockefeller Brothers, along with official sugar-daddies like the European Commission, UN aid agencies and the US, UK and Swedish governments.

Sometimes, justice is neither done nor seen to be done. In fact, it is unjust and plain and simple, really unfair.

We are living in a world where nothing is fun, nothing is fair and nothing is as it seems.

Decades ago, I knew a teacher.  A good man. He was married, two great kids and a lovely wife. He was dedicated to his craft and believed that it was his honour and his duty to educate his students to the best of his ability. If a student passed his classes, they KNEW it was because they deserved it. He didn't hand out participation prizes and he certainly did not reward laziness as some sort of free pass to graduation. 

In short, he was a very fine teacher and educator of young minds.

This man was a highly respected member of the community. He was a volunteer firefighter and an active member of his local Church. He loved a beer down at his local and was a keen backyard cricketer and a fine teller of jokes.

But one day his life changed.

Some years ago, I took a tour of a small military museum in Toowoomba dedicated to the Battle at Milne Bay in Papua Guinea. 

One of the Militia units that held the Japanese at Milne Bay was the 25th Battalion from Toowoomba and the Darling Downs, originally raised prior to the First World War. From Milne Bay, the 25th Battalion went on to fight in Bougainville, clearing the Japanese from one of their last strongholds north of Australia. . source 

“Some of us may forget that, of all the Allies, it was the Australians who first broke the spell of invincibility of the Japanese Army.”
- Quote from Field Marshall Sir William Slim, Commander of WW2 Commonwealth forces in Burma (and later Governor General of Australia).

And that first fracture in the Japanese Land Forces strength came at Milne Bay in September 1942.

It has been four decades since a successful Referendum, and they will do everything they can to enshrine The Voice in our Constitution to advance their UN Agenda 2030.

The coming Voice Referendum will be promoted with a stupendous campaign of government-sanctioned propaganda. ‘YES’ will be programmed as the only right and moral choice. Our taxpayer-dollars will fund this relentless assault against our democratic vote. It was never intended to be our choice, especially when the choice has already been chosen. Truth will be inverted, and facts fractured, as all media discourse will flush and saturate the bewildered public-mind with elaborate deception. Even if the freewill consensus of the Australian people is ultimately a ‘NO,’ it must be a ‘YES.’ Albanese must be successful; The Voice must succeed. Only an overwhelming awareness of the true hidden agenda will counter this eventuality. It is a war, after all, and they intend to wage it against a misinformed people. To the victor go the spoils (and our land), and woe be the vanquished. Australians must be victorious. We must be prepared to parry the Lie, and assemble vast legions beneath the banner of Truth.

When I was a little girl of maybe 6 or 7 years, my two older brothers and their friend Norman had a gang called " The Silent 3 ". They had a clubhouse in the old coal smithy down the back of the property not far from the chook yard. It was an old corrugated iron shed that had been lying unused for years and was the perfect place for The Silent 3 to claim as their gang headquarters. Inside was a dirt floor and it housed the bones of many possums and other creatures who had gone in there to die. 

In this smithy, a plan was hatched that could have seen my Teddy Bear die from grief. Let me tell you how it happened.